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Tajaé’s blade met his in an angry clash. The two metals screeched as Tajaé pushed forward and their hilts locked together. He twisted his wrist inward, which in turn forced the handle from Antoine’s grip. Tajaé flung his arm out and Antoine’s weapon flew across the room, lodging into the wall. Before the ancient vampire could use his dark power to summon the sword back into his possession, Tajaé slammed his fist into his jaw.

Stunned, Antoine stumbled back.

Without pause, Tajaé followed up with a roundhouse kick to his head.

The blow lifted Antoine off his feet, spun him in the air and threw him back.

As soon as his body hit the wall, Tajaé was on him with his blade at his throat.

“Alright-alright, that’s enough, Tajaé.” Still lounged at the table, Razo regarded him a side eye and smirk. “Put the brakes on that temper, mate.”

“Razo, are you’re going to allow this?” Antoine strained out, his fangs extended in anger and his hot glare locked on Tajaé, who still had his weapon pressed into his jugular.

With laughter in his voice, Razo responded, “Well, you were sitting in his chair, soo…”

“He killed my chevaliers!”

“Hey, you were warned. I told you not to sit in his chair. You didn’t listen.”

“Enough about the fucking chair! This is an outrage! I am nobility, a pure blood.”

“Your vampire ranking means nothing on this side of the river,” Razo growled, suddenly at Tajaé’s side.

“You are aware that this treatment of me is just cause to start a war.” Antoine’s words were laced with venom as his glare shifted from Tajaé to Razo. “Is that what you felines want?”

Surrounded by powerful shifters with a blade at his neck, and yet, this vampire was still too haughty to know his place. Given his make, this wasn’t a surprise.

Narrowing his glare, Tajaé added pressure to the sharp edge.

A line of dark blood bubbled out from cut and trickled down his collarbone. He harped out in sadistic laughter. “Ah yes. You just guaranteed your death, boy.”

Tajaé snatched his sword to the side, leaving a deep gash on the vampire’s throat.

Antoine crumbled to his knees, holding his neck. His ailing didn’t last long. Hissing, he sprung up from the floor with his nails lengthening for the attack.

Razo stepped in front of Tajaé and caught Antoine by the wrist. “What my cryptic brother-n-law was trying to tell you in his own loving manner is when you step onto my turf, you are no longer nobility. You are simply a guest, which means you don’t speak out unless spoken to and you damn sure don’t scold my pack members, especially my second in command. That, my vampire friend, is equivalent to pissing on my fucking floor!”

An unseen war is brewing in the shadowy underworld of London. Dr. Faith Miller, a local pathologist, is exposed to the horrific reality when she stumbles upon her brother consuming the flesh of his lover.

Tajaé Zhang, the second in command of the UK based black panther pack of the Chalvaiz clan, and his fellow shifters have been systematically exterminating the walking corpses—zombies, in an attempt to control the rapidly spreading demon virus.

Secretly, he has observed Faith from afar for months. His attraction for her has grown into an untamable love. After she’s bitten and infected with the virus, Tajaé defies the laws of the shifter packs and puts his life on the line to save hers.